This is a song about "Studio"

I got a studio for christmas, best wishes, im breaking rhymes like a

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

But then i lost access to fl studio

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

Run through there studio all there proucts are snapping if they want to start

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

I spent every chance i had in the studio recording like an addict

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Set up my own home studio

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

You find me in the studio

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though